I remember sucking sweaty November down your throat
I wrote the lines
And I paid the fines
And was the butt of the joke
But I want to appeal to your apathy
I want you to feel what it is that’s pressed on me
I want you to know
How it feels to be all alone
Next to me while you sit there on your phone
Lay it on me
I want to listen
Lay it on me
I want to hear you
And this time I don’t care
This time I’m not waiting around
This town
I want to appeal to your sense of apathy
I want you to feel what it is that’s pressed on me
I want you
I want you to know
How it feels to be all alone
Next to you while you sit there on your phone
I want you to know how it feels
There’s no judge because there’s no trial
Whatever the words mean to you
Make you think or at least smile
They’re left for you
They’re left for you
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019
The Besnard Lakes return with their first new LP in four years, full of the same mystery and wonder on which they have built their name. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 30, 2020